Will the Bird Fly
Time stops,night falls
The bird comes out of hiding
Will it fly,fly high, in the night sky?
Restricted by fear to soar through the air
Watches everyone else flying free
while it sits in its nest somberly in a tree
Will the bird fly, fly high, in the night sky?
Others ridicule beating it down
But this little bird spreads its wings and soars
But not very far, when it chooses to accept itself
and be free it will travel great distances
Will the bird fly, fly high in the night sky?
Yes, yes it will
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